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Listening to your Life

April 9th, 2015

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What’s right in front you?

Scan the scene. What’s around you. Look up from the screen for a moment and take it in.

Have a look at the present snapshot of your real life, in the room you’re in, right now.

Here’s what I see:

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This might not look like much

But it is.

It’s more than the bare bones of my new office though if that’s all you see I’d understand.

When I look at this scene I see that I listened to myself.

I see a box full of my sewing tool and fabric stash. I listened to the call for this kind of creative expression. I listened to the call for swatches of blue and metallic ivories. I listened to the call to give my sewing practice designated space.

I see a desk that adjusts from standing to sitting with a touch of a button. I see a desk chair with proper lumbar support. I see a computer monitor screen that allows my neck to stay in alignment. I see that I listened to the call of my body for better care while working.

I see a white desk and a gray chair and a bamboo floor mat because, when making design decisions, I listened to the very clear directive for light in all it’s forms.

I see an entire office loft given to me by my partner so that I could better do my work in the world. In that I see I listened to the call for the kind of love that celebrates my taking up space. I see that I listened to call for the kind of love that is steeped in generosity. I see that I listened to the call for love that mirrors back the love, appreciation, and respect I hold for myself.

So it could just be a desk, just a box, just a jumble of wires.

But it’s not.

It’s proof, at least to me, that I listened to myself.

I’ll admit that living a life that’s a result of listening isn’t easy, or fast, or ever perfect. It’s also a practice that never ends as new calls speak up all the time. But, bit by bit, we can make choices that deliver us closer to a well-fed life—which sometimes looks like a desk, a box, and some wires.

Is what surrounds you proof in some way that you heeded your own wise calls?

Or do you see reminders that, maybe, in some important ways, you’ve turned a deaf ear to yourself?

Is what’s right in front of you there because you chose it, because you asked for it, because you claimed it?

When you look at your life do you see evidence that you listened to yourself?

 

Make Yourself Comfortable

March 12th, 2015

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You feel a pea under your mattress and instead of getting rid of the pea you admonish yourself for being a princess.

If it’s not a pea under your mattress, it’s your ill-fitting bra, or expired eyeglass prescription, or ergonomically disastrous work space.

Today is my call to MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE.

Seriously.

I have a client who realized that none of the seating in her living room was comfortable. Everytime she went to ‘relax’ with her husband she would find herself with a sore tailbone.

I have another client who spent years wearing ill-fitting clothing (including her bra) because she refused to accept her body at it’s current size. Everyday she’d struggle to get a full inhale as her chest and waist were corseted by clothing that didn’t match her body.

I’m no different.

Ten years ago I bought an inexpensive mattress that I knew from the first night I slept on it that it was too soft. For ten years I have slept on what is affectionately called “The Marshmallow” despite waking with up serious joint aches and pains. To add insult to injury, I also spent the past four years running my business while contorted over my laptop in this very same squishy mattress.

Well my brilliant body said no more and I’m here to encourage you to listen to what your body might be whimpering about.

The good news is that both clients made the changes they needed to get comfortable. They realized that they deserved to feel good in their home and their lungs.

I too have made some pretty major changes.

New body and earth-friendly mattress? Check.

New electric standing desk? Check.

Regular chiropractic adjustments and massages? Check.

We’re so quick to grit our teeth and bear it. I say it’s not that ‘what doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger’ so much as it’s ‘what doesn’t kill us may just be making us really uncomfortable.’

Do consider this my call to you to make whatever changes you need to make to be more comfortable, in less pain, and breathing easier.

You (and I) deserve to be as pain-free as possible.

Check in with yourself right now: what’s the metaphorical (or actual) ‘pebble in your shoe’?

Favorite Comfort-Inducing Items

Keetsa Mattresses

Oxygen Pillow

BackJoy Stress Roller

Foam Roller

Natori Bras

A World Gone Mad

March 4th, 2015

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Last week was National Eating Disorder Awareness Week. My colleague Carmen Cool posted this update to facebook:

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My response: “Amen.”

I could so relate. Back in 2002 when I was walking my own path of recovery I was enraged. All the hatread I had previously turned inward had found it’s rightful target and it wasn’t my thighs. I was furious with my college for not doing more to prevent and treat eating disorders. I was furious with irresponsible and shallow media outlets for continuing to celebrate thinness. I was furious at the dieting industry for getting away with what I honestly consider crimes against humanity. I was angry and I was going to do something about it. I spent my first year out of college working tirelessly on prevention and outreach efforts. I moved across the country to get my master’s degree knowing my life would be dedicated to righting these wrongs.

Today though, I find it hard to maintain that same fire I had all those years ago. It’s more a steady burn with occasional pyrotechnic explosions.

While I wish it wasn’t true, when injustices and ignorance are in the air we breathe it can be hard to avoid apathy sometimes.

In this moment as I write this I don’t feel apathetic. I feel like I’m living in a world gone mad.

While driving around town last week I listened to a radio interview with a non-verbal autistic woman named Sue Rubin. Sue was able to participate in the interview by typing her responses which her aide read aloud. When I tuned in the interviewer was explaining that some people believe we should not seek a cure for autism and instead embrace autistic people’s differences. Sue responded that people who feel that way tend to be verbal because if they were ‘trapped’ in their bodies, unable to speak, they would want a cure.

Then to close the interview this question was asked: “If there was a pill you could take tomorrow to get rid of your autism would you take it?”

Sue responded with “I would probably take a pill for weightloss first, but to answer your question yes.”

WHAT THE F*CK!

First of all, Sue is not fat, for what it’s worth. Second, she is unable to speak and the first pill she’d want is for weightloss?!

I’m sorry but when being fat is considered so awful people would rather die years sooner or be completely blind than be considered obese something is very very wrong.

Last night I was watching an episode of (the admittedly mediocre) show The Blacklist in which a female character notices her male colleague is self-conscious about losing his hair. This is the their exchange:

Her: Guys don’t get it. Most women don’t care if you go bald. You’re sexy no matter what.

Him: I’m not going bald, I just have a high hairline.

Her: Just don’t get fat.

When I say ignorance is in the air we breathe I mean it. This type of comment, one that perpetuates the myth that being fat means that you’re unattractive or undesirable, is so commonplace that most people hardly notice it. But I notice it. I see it. And it’s not okay.

Last year I learned of a study from a Princeton psychologist that revealed how poverty effects cognitive ability. The basic findings of the study are that poor people’s brains are bogged down by thoughts of scarcity and attempts to find a way to provide for basic needs that they perform more poorly than wealthy people on intelligence tests. The researcher said, “In many instances, it’s not that the poor aren’t as smart or capable of planning compared as richer people, rather, being poor takes up more mental capacity.”

Similarly so many of my clients have given up such enormous portions of their mental real estate to thoughts and behaviors rooted in fat phobia and shame that their capacities to simply live, think, engage, and serve are noticeably truncated.

I think this is one of the biggest misperceptions about commonplace fat shaming and fat humor: that it’s harmless.

It’s not harmless.

Every time we participate, actively or passively, in discrimination and prejudice of any kind we perpetuate the problem.

To be clear: it’s okay to be fat.

Fat people are just like smaller bodied people in every way. Some are lazy, some are not. Some are healthy, some are not. Some are more classically beautiful, some are beautiful in a different way. Some are kind, some are not. Body size does not determine a person’s worth or well being. Some of us are poodles, some of us are mastiffs:

Unfortunately in our society body size can and often does determine how you’ll be treated, perceived, and which opportunities will be available to you.

I may not be on fire or angry everyday, but today I am.

We’re living in a world gone mad.

 

Changing the Culture

February 25th, 2015

National Eating Disorder Awareness Week

Twelve years ago this month I was diagnosed with Anorexia.

This week is the annual National Eating Disorder Awareness Week and here’s what I want to say…

Some mental illnesses can be attributed entirely to brain chemistry, but not eating disorders.

Eating disorders have a strong cultural component and our current culture is one that fosters them. You can be a part of the change.

Currently, in the United States, at least 20 million women and 10 million men suffer from an eating disorder. You can play a pivotal part in reducing these numbers. Here are ten ways to get you started.

: Stop consuming the toxic parts of this culture. This means unsubscribe from magazines that celebrate weight-loss. Boycott shows like The Biggest Loser.

: Make a point to celebrate the beauty and brilliance that exists inside and out in every human.

: Learn about size discrimination and be an ally, if not an activist against this often overlooked form of prejudice. Get wise to Health at Every Size.

: Move your body because it feels good, not because it needs to be shrunken or punished.

: Eat with pleasure, gusto, presence and in collaboration with the wisdom of your body.

: Notice what example you are setting for younger people in your life about how they should feel about their bodies and about food. Are you encouraging love and ease or fear and angst?

: If you struggle with disordered eating, don’t blame yourself. Look at the f*cked up culture you’re living in and know that a path of healing is available to you.

: Ditch the scale. Seriously. Throw it out or give it to charity. It’s a useless and often harmful tool.

: Surround yourself with body positive people, even if that means seeking out online organizations and groups. The world is increasingly full of loving, awakened, accepting, fierce people taking a stand against our pro-thinness culture.

: Practice self-compassion. If nothing else, this is the most powerful pebble that can ripple out. A world full of people who are kind and peaceful within is a world that is peaceful and kind.

What’s in my makeup bag

January 19th, 2015

Purely because I enjoy reading posts like this and because I like makeup I’m sharing with you what’s in my bag. I like to keep my possessions fairly paired down to the essentials so this is pretty much the extent of what I use, both for everyday and special occasion. Not pictured: moisturizer, hair elastics, bobby pins, cuticle trimmer, and nail clippers. That’s it. Enjoy!

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Dr. Bronner’s Organic Lip Balm in Peppermint

Tweezerman Slant Tweezers

Arquiste for J.Crew No. 57

Jane Iredale Glowtime BB Cream

100% Pure Lip & Cheek Tint in Grapefruit Glow

Ilia Tinted Lip Conditioner in Crimson & Clover/Lipstick in Wild Child

100% Pure Eye Shadow in Champagne

Stila Eye Shadow in Indigo (use as eye liner)

100% Pure Mascara in Dark Chocolate

Generic angled eye shadow brush

Generic eye lash curler

Doing your best.

January 11th, 2015

Doing Your Best by Rachel W Cole

You might think I regret my eating disorder. You might think I look back in shame at all the seemingly wasted energy I spent obsessing about the number on the scale or the food on my plate.

But I don’t have shame.

Instead I have compassion and a deep awareness that at that time I was taking care of myself the very best way that I knew how.

At the time I was in pain and I was anxious, both of which lessened when I focused intensely on food and my body.

I actually think 20-year-old me was pretty resourceful.

Yes, she was also miserable, ill, and hungry. But she was, nevertheless, resourceful, using her limited toolbox as best she could.

As the old adage goes: when you know better, you do better.

I frequently encounter women who feel such self-loathing for all the years spent riding the dieting pendulum, abusing alcohol, or over-spending.

However you cope, it is or was most certainly you taking care of yourself the best way you know or knew how.

I believe that when you know a better way you do it.

Regardless, whatever your salve, self-care is often mislabeled as self-harm and I want to change that.

Let’s forgive ourselves for the hurt our efforts to help ourselves caused.

Let’s celebrate that when we’re hurting our natural tendency is to take care of ourselves by any means necessary. (Look in the mirror, you will see someone who has, all along, been on your team).

And finally, once we’ve forgiven and seen the goodness of our true nature, we can move towards the discovery of effective, less-harmful self-care methods.

If it’s time for you to make your toolbox more robust…

If you’re ready for the resilient life that comes after you forgive yourself…

If you understand that being a sensitive soul comes with a different life-playbook…

If stepping fully into the roles of advocate, soft-place-to-fall, ally, lover, champion, and oxygen-giver for yourself is what you’re called to do…

I invite you to Feast.

Go closer

January 5th, 2015

Go Closer by Rachel W Cole

Connection is hard enough without the ‘no fly zone’ of food and body preoccupation between us.

Here’s the rub: we need connection with each other like we need air and yet nothing scares us more than connection, than being seen, than being so vulnerable we could be rejected.

We need connection and yet we live during a technologically-centric era of human civilization where real connection is often traded for isolated screen-time and high-light reels.

We need connection but judge ourselves so harshly we don’t give others a chance to see, like, or love us.

And with connection so essential and already so challenging, what we don’t need is the added barrier of body shame and food obsession.

I thought this the other night as my partner’s hand traversed the curve and softness of my belly and I could actually feel all that didn’t stand between us — and all that could — and all that does.

Because connection is hard and it’s everything.

I thought of this because I know what life feels like when we don’t love, or even like ourselves. I know what life looks like when we’re hungry, empty longing for a crumb of connection.

I know what life looked like before and I know — hallelujah — what life looks like on the other side. I know just how unnecessary the wall is that our loathing, shame, preoccupation, and obsessions build. I know how easy it is to think that we’re the weird one, that we’re the exception to the rule, and that everyone else but us is deserving.

At another time in my life when a partner lovingly touched my body though we were in the same room, in the same bed there were miles and miles between us.

Go closer.

Tear the wall down. Even if it’s grain of sand by grain of sand.

Behave kindly toward yourself. Don’t proclaim to do this. Bring it to life in small tender moments.

Practice inhabiting your own skin. Don’t proclaim to do this either. Rather, right now, feel your skin touch the air and your thighs touch your seat.

Most of all feed yourself so the gnaw of hunger quiets and you can make the connections that are what you’ve been hungry for all along.

Pausing for Peace

December 28th, 2014

The Power of Pausing

In a trance-like state I went to the refrigerator and quickly took out one raw ravioli and ate it. Then I walked away, shame-filled, only to be back for another less than a minute later. I did this until every one of them was eaten.

That’s how I spent one Thanksgiving some years ago.

That year I wasn’t making the trek to be with family and no local invitations had materialized.

While I was lonely and sad to be spending the day solo, I had intended to make a special meal of fresh butternut squash ravioli with browned butter.

The meal never came to be because leading up to it I was overtaken with shame about my out of control relationship with food, guilt for planning a “carb and fat-laden” meal, and intense feelings of sadness I didn’t know how to experience.

So I mindlessly ate cold raw ravioli until they were gone and my belly ached and I crawled into bed to watch something on television that would take me as far away from my reality as possible.

When I think about what’s changed in my life that makes that night feel like such a distant memory and such an impossibility today it boils down to peace.

And peace isn’t something I declared in one broad sweeping moment from which I never looked back.

Peace was something I had to declare moment by moment. Urge by urge. Frightful thought to frightful thought. Peace became my practice and like any practice there was no expectation that I perform flawlessly right out of the gate.

To this day calling for a truce is one of my favorite disarmament tools.

Here’s how it might go:

  1. Recognize that you’re in opposition, afraid, or feeling threatened. You might be feeling opposed to your feelings, to your thighs, to your dinner plate, or to your scale. Make a point to learn the symptoms of being at war. Notice what it feels like so you can recognize it better next time.

  2. Name your experience. “I’m feeling at war” or “I’m feeling like I’m on the opposing team playing against ______.”

  3. Breathe. Feel the sensation of your breath entering and exiting your lungs.

  4. Pause. Even if for one minute, decide to stay put with your experience. Don’t get up. Don’t distract yourself. Stay. If you can only do ten seconds, then start with ten seconds.

  5. Inquire. Be curious. Ask with sincerity:

Sweetheart, how are you? What’s hurting?

How does the tug-of-war feel?

What are you resisting?

Where did you learn that [what you’re fighting] is something to fear/resist?

What would/could it look like to call a truce?

What if you’re actually on the same team at what you’re fighting?

What if, just in this moment right now, you put down the weapon and proceed from here gently, holding your own hand?

Can you, just for now, choose peace over everything else?

Another helpful addition to this practice, one that came in handy in interrupting my lightening fast dash to the kitchen, was designating a special chair as a my remembering chair. In my living room I have a big, oatmeal-colored linen wingback chair that I love and I used it as a sacred place to pause and remember myself. Many times I would only pause there for a moment before I would get pulled gravitationally toward food, but over time those moments got longer,  the choices more plentiful, and my own ceasefire grew deeper roots.

I don’t know if I’d have been able to stop myself from eating all the ravioli in their cold, raw state had I asked these questions or sat in that chair. I don’t know if I would have made it to the table with a hot, lovingly prepared meal that night had I just hit the pause button.

I do know however that I practiced this for years after that Thanksgiving and over time it worked. It allowed me to slow things down enough to have a choice in what was happening. This practice allowed me to slow myself down enough to see that what I thought was the enemy (myself, my body, food) was actually an ally. This practice allowed me to see that there was nothing to fear in the present reality of my experience.

Pausing for peace is a favorite practice and when paired with self-compassion I’ve seen it move mountains.

 

How to Make Peace with Food

December 14th, 2014

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Girl Carrying Bull

Somewhere between a recipe, a step-by-step plan, and a map here are 10 ingredients I believe add up to making peace with food:

Learn to manage anxiety and feel feelings

I believe that most chaotic, restrictive, or overconsumptive eating is driven by anxiety. Manage the anxiety and you’re a giant step closer to finding ease at the table. Whether through pharmaceuticals, meditation, or therapy, anxiety management is key in walking this path.

Stop blaming yourself and embrace your humanness

As a human being you are wired to respond to threats of famine (real or perceived) with a compulsion to overeat. You can’t override your wiring. Diets are inherently designed to set you to feel a threat of famine and thus set up to fail. You do not need more willpower. You need to ditch a system that is structured to cause you suffering and will always fail to deliver on it’s promises in the long run. Not your fault. Never has been. Never will be.

Learn the science of Health at Every Size

We take for granted the notion that fat people are inherently unhealthy because of their size. This belief is so common it’s not ever questioned—even though science does not back it up. Once we bust through this myth we take away an important part of the ammunition for restrictive eating.

Find a body role-model

Just because mainstream media presents a homogenous and often unreal ideal of the human body does not mean we can’t expand our own view. The world is full of a kaleidoscope of people who are beautiful, healthy, and loved. It is not, nor has it ever been, true that you have to look a certain way to be these things. Look beyond the magazines and find people who can serve as role models (or proof) of what is possible. Start a pinterest board. Embrace that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. Celebrate what makes you unique.

Commit to giving up dieting

To make peace with food you must first commit fiercely to giving up dieting. Peace with food isn’t something we find when part of us is still plotting and pining for a new eating plan or program. Say goodbye to this toxic relationship that never treated you with respect or kindness.

Trade the scale for body-trust

Stop weighing yourself. Dump the scale in the trash, literally. Peace with food depends on letting your body determine the best weight range based on your new, peaceful behaviors with food. When “control weight” isn’t on your to-do list anymore, peace with food is exponentially easier to find.

Play the long-game

Peace with food isn’t something you find overnight or even in a year. It’s a slow-process of reconditioning. If you’ve been indoctrinated from birth with the hungry woman paradigm and dieted for decades, you can’t expect to find peace instantly. But play the long-game compassionate and you’ll get there.

Treat it like learning a new language or instrument: practice

Finding peace with food is anything by a linear path. You will practice, play a wrong note, practice more, fall down, practice more, get better at it, practice more, get lost less frequently, practice more, and so on. This is about hitting the reset button over and over and over again, without judgement, as you imperfectly find your way.

Understand what it means to be a ‘normal’ eater and pursue that

While dieting or bingeing are typical or average eating behaviors in today’s world, they aren’t normal. Normal eating, as well defined by Dr. Ellyn Satter is: “

Normal eating is going to the table hungry and eating until you are satisfied. It is being able to choose food you like and eat it and truly get enough of it -not just stop eating because you think you should. Normal eating is being able to give some thought to your food selection so you get nutritious food, but not being so wary and restrictive that you miss out on enjoyable food. Normal eating is giving yourself permission to eat sometimes because you are happy, sad or bored, or just because it feels good. Normal eating is mostly three meals a day, or four or five, or it can be choosing to munch along the way. It is leaving some cookies on the plate because you know you can have some again tomorrow, or it is eating more now because they taste so wonderful. Normal eating is overeating at times, feeling stuffed and uncomfortable. And it can be undereating at times and wishing you had more. Normal eating is trusting your body to make up for your mistakes in eating. Normal eating takes up some of your time and attention, but keeps its place as only one important area of your life. In short, normal eating is flexible. It varies in response to your hunger, your schedule, your proximity to food and your feelings.

Find a mentor and community to join you in the trenches

When the dominant paradigm is one of disorder and/or many of your friends are still pursuing diets and weight-loss it’s essential that you have a support system. Integrating an entirely new way of relating to food, your body and self is no small order and a mentor can be a priceless anchor. Whether a coach or therapist find someone who knows the lay of the land and can provide you with essential tools and encouragement.

Self-Compassion is a Verb

December 10th, 2014

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One of my obsessions is how women relate to themselves.

I’m so focused on this because I believe it to be the switch that, when flipped, sets everything good in motion. Like, I believe wars could be stopped by people shifting their relationship to themselves. Whoa.

I was talking with talking with my colleagues Dana and Hilary of Be Nourished this week (psst: our full conversation will be available for Feast participants). Their offices are right next to each other and Hilary was saying that every time one of Dana’s clients is leaving a session she can hear Dana say “Kindness is the way out.”

I couldn’t agree more.

You want to heal your relationship with food?

You have to start with kindness.

You want to heal your relationship to money?

You have to start with self-compassion.

You want to heal your relationship to your sex or intimacy?

You have to start with turning sweetly toward yourself.

You want to know if you’re lovable?

You have to love yourself.

You want to end the war you are waging with your body?

The ceasefire you are seeking is with yourself.

If you want to heal your relationship with any part of life, you must first practice being kind to yourself. Emphasis on the word ‘practice’.

Our relationship to ourselves must be brought to life. Self-compassion and self-love are, above all else, verbs. Before we can address whatever unrest, misalignment, or longing that has shown up in our life, we must first bring to life a compassionate and loving relationship with ourselves.

Women come to me with threadbare spirits, exhausted from years of anxious searching for peace with food, their body, and their lives. In our work together we so rarely, if ever, begin by addressing what they would define as ‘the problem’.

No, instead we begin with their heart.

A woman who has an adversarial relationship with herself, or no conscious relationship at all, will ask me “Beyond saying nice things, which can feel, what does it even look like to be kind to myself? Where do I start?”

They think I’m going to give them a homework assignment (which I might). They think I’ll give them a book to read or some activity to do after our session (which I might). They think that they might be able to think their way into this one (which they can’t).

I say: “You start right here.”

And we do.

I guide them towards themselves in the very moment we are in. I guide them to soften. I guide them to expand their capacity for their own experience. I guide them to welcome all of themselves to the embrace, not just what’s pretty or palatable. I guide them to set down judgement and to listen for and offer whatever their spirit and heart are aching for.

Here’s the key: we do it right here and now.

Want to give it a go?

Place your one hand on your heart and the other on your belly.

Take a breath.

Ask: “Darling, what haven’t I made enough space for? What part of our or your experience do you need me to allow to just be?”

Ask “Sweetheart, what do you need to hear from me? How do you need me to gaze back to you in the mirror?”

Ask: “My love, I want you to feel seen and embraced, with that in mind, what can I offer you ?”

Ask: “Cookie, where can the warmth and light of my love melt away any shame or fear you might be feeling?”

Feel your hand over your beating heart.
Feel the warmth of your skin.
Feel your place in family of humans, all trying to do their best to find safety, love, belonging, relief, and peace.

In every moment, especially this one, we can practice standing in kind relationship to ourselves. Emphasis on the word ‘practice’.